I could've been born a elephant but the space was too small
When as a tiger I came I just became big game
for some asshole with a rifle & small dick
When in Eskimo incarnations I refused invitations
From walruses & women so white
Reborn in Japan with a geisha like fan
My obo always got in the way.
When born in Brasil an Indian I became
Under the canopy of the forest so huge
Born this time, It really took time
To fall in love with you
Wake up woman !
Life i so short whatever you've got
It's true that time is on the wing
Could i have done more than walk out the door
With a tear escaping my eye,
like a miser your loving you gave
it dripped down the walls sticky and salty.
This time ill try to conquer the sky
Whatever it costs i'll do
Leave your body behind, you still twist my miind
intp knots of complexity so raw
Sisal & string, do you still wear the ring
I found in Chorki Bazaar
The Bosphurus, a Muetzim hollering
Call to prayer an electric cacophony
Dead sea gulls at night fly in Circles so tight
Round the dome of Anya Sofia.
La danse du ventre as they told me it ws called
Up some seedy street by the sea
I was caught unawares when you climbed up the stairs
With a rich Pasha from Tashkent!
You're charms you sell, a receptionist from hell
Why did I sign my name?
When as a tiger I came I just became big game
for some asshole with a rifle & small dick
When in Eskimo incarnations I refused invitations
From walruses & women so white
Reborn in Japan with a geisha like fan
My obo always got in the way.
When born in Brasil an Indian I became
Under the canopy of the forest so huge
Born this time, It really took time
To fall in love with you
Wake up woman !
Life i so short whatever you've got
It's true that time is on the wing
Could i have done more than walk out the door
With a tear escaping my eye,
like a miser your loving you gave
it dripped down the walls sticky and salty.
This time ill try to conquer the sky
Whatever it costs i'll do
Leave your body behind, you still twist my miind
intp knots of complexity so raw
Sisal & string, do you still wear the ring
I found in Chorki Bazaar
The Bosphurus, a Muetzim hollering
Call to prayer an electric cacophony
Dead sea gulls at night fly in Circles so tight
Round the dome of Anya Sofia.
La danse du ventre as they told me it ws called
Up some seedy street by the sea
I was caught unawares when you climbed up the stairs
With a rich Pasha from Tashkent!
You're charms you sell, a receptionist from hell
Why did I sign my name?
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